I Am


I am
I am a girl with a troubled past
I wonder if i was different who i would be
I hear machines beeping,
I see machines attached,
I want to be different,
I am a girl with a troubled past.
I pretend i am normal though i am not,
I feel calluses on my finger tips,
I touch where i have been poked,
I worry i will lose my stuff,
I cry sometimes when i get a shot
I am a girl with a troubled past
I understand that i am different from other people
I say except me for who i am not who u want me to be
I dream i will be the same as m friends one day
I hope they find a cure for type 1 Diabeties
I am a girl with a troubled past

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